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Updated: July 13, 2025
"I wish your instrument could give us further data, but unfortunately it's pretty primitive. It tells us the sample is slightly radioactive and that's all. I agree we need help." The nearest source of help Rick could think of was JANIG, the secret security agency in Washington for which the Spindrift scientists had often worked on special projects.
The same barber had tried to sell a treatment to Hartson Brant whose hair was not dry at all. And the elevator boy who had carried the scientist down from the fourth floor had winked at the barber. Even admitting that it added up to no evidence of anything, it bothered him. He had asked Tom Dodd how much JANIG knew about the barber. Tom admitted that JANIG didn't know much.
"I had a hunch they wouldn't! Okay. I'm going to take off right now and search the coast. If that pram wasn't connected with the attack on Duke and Jerry, I'll eat it." "Good luck," Blake said. "Let me know if you need any help." Rick hurried back to the porch. The JANIG scout team had reported early in the morning that the pram was gone from the pier.
"On the nose," Steve agreed. "Now it's time to move in on our foolish friends at Calvert's Favor. Do you boys want to take a hand?" "Try and leave us out," Rick said with a grin. "JANIG is welcome to assist us, but the flying stingarees are our babies. Scotty's and mine, that is." "Be glad to have you help," Scotty echoed. The JANIG men laughed. "You've got a point," Chuck Howard conceded.
"Pretty neat if we do say so," Scotty admitted modestly. "For once I agree with you," Barby said generously. "Now what, Rick? There isn't anything more to do, is there?" "Not on these." But there was more to do along other lines. He was waiting for word from JANIG. Barby and Jan disappeared and returned in a few moments with iced drinks. The boys accepted them gratefully. It was a warm day.
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